Afternoon brooding from the back stoop.

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Reading: about home-steading. I think this is my thing.

Wanting: this 'flu to go away.

Looking: forward to our Melbourne trip.

Playing: Uno. Tuesday night championship winner takes it all.

Deciding: on whether I should really start another crochet project. And knowing full well I will.

Wishing: for good sleep.

Enjoying: watching the chickens! Say hello to Sage, Olive, Hyacinth, Lavender and Juniper.

Waiting: for a dry enough spell so the sopping washing gets a chance to dry.

Liking: the deliciousness of diving under the doona after a hot shower.

Wondering: about a career as a crazy chicken lady.

Loving: our Last Thursday craft group. Such a beautiful group of people.

Pondering: about life on a commune. Or a kibbutz.

Considering: all the different ways to poach an egg.

Buying: Bee Eco Wraps. (Thank you, Brooke McAlary, for the prompt!)

Watching: Rake. Wentworth. The Good Wife.

Hoping: for smooth sailing.

Marvelling: at the chickens. They really are so fascinating. Did you know that you can tell what colour a hen’s eggs are by the colour of her earlobes? And did you know that at the first sign of the sun going down, they pack up and put themselves to bed? KIDS, TAKE NOTE.

Cringing: at bad manners.

Needing: to finish sewing an apron for Laura, the latest addition to our gang!

Questioning: Pepe Tomate and how completely bonkers cats are. And how we'd have it no other way. Unless you're a dog person.

Smelling: the rain.

Wearing: the double pompom hair-do.

Following: a whole bunch of new, interesting people on Instagram.

Noticing: the difference when I focus on the good parts of the day, rather than the bad.

Knowing: I can do it.

Thinking: way too much in the middle of the night. But knowing sometimes this is the best type of thinking.

Admiring: Lex’s poker face at Uno. The boy has skillz.

Sorting: through endless laundry.

Getting: sorted, in advance, for the council clean-up. Finally, I remembered to check the date and plan in advance.

Bookmarking: an article about a car-free German neighbourhood.

Coveting: a craft room.

Disliking: how fast the rest days fly by.

Opening: my heart to new friends.

Giggling: at Passenger Shaming. Actually, make that raucous laughing. Some of these pics are so unbelievable, they have to be real.

Feeling: tired.

Snacking: on filter coffee. I’m making it a thing.

Helping: the boy choose a book from the Scholastic Book Club catalog. (Remember?!)

Hearing: the disquiet.

Learning: about eggs.

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I've a sudden desire to write. Without a filter. Without deliberation. I just need to let the words tumble out. I hope this is OK.


Reading: too many cookbooks.

Wanting: a foot massage.

Looking: forward to winter.

Playing: Flight Facilities decade mix: '82 to '92. I dare you not to dance.

Deciding: on whether I should stick the washing on.

Wishing: for good sleep.

Enjoying: loads of coffee.

Waiting: for my shoes to arrive in the post!

Liking: the afternoon light at this time of year.

Wondering: if I can find a clean pair of socks.

Loving: the anticipation of the arrival of our chickens! Within the month, we'll have the girls running around the yard and delicious eggs to use and sell in the shop.

Pondering: artificial intelligence after reading this article: The AI Revolution: The Road to Superintelligence. Why do we not know more about this?

Considering: the best way to set up my recipe journal. There are only so many squiggles you can keep a track of on the back of brown paper bags. And any excuse for a jaunt to Officeworks.

Buying: a commercial mixer for the shop. I'm breaking up with my hand mixer. It's not me, it's you.

Watching: Janet King. American Crime Story. Married at First Sight. Don't judge me.

Hoping: my feet will feel OK in the morning. They are forever sore from standing long hours in the shop.

Marvelling: at my puffy crumpet batter. It worked... the third time.

Cringing: when someone tosses money on the bench when I'm on the till, rather than handing it to me.

Needing: to sort through the paperwork towers.

Questioning: Christianity.

Smelling: filter coffee.

Wearing: a stripey black and white dress.

Following: the cat around so he doesn't scratch the new sofas.

Noticing: he's managed to do it anyway, despite building him a lovely witch's hat scratching post.

Knowing: there's not much I can do about it. Le sigh.

Thinking: about press studs and if they're easy to put in.

Admiring: our indoor plants.

Sorting: yarn for craft group tomorrow night.

Getting: carried away thinking about hens' names.

Bookmarking: recipes. And how to take care of hens. Not related.

Coveting: outdoor fairy lights. That actually work for longer than two months.

Disliking: businesses that copy other businesses.

Opening: too many tabs.

Giggling: at how high the boy always pulls up his pants.

Feeling: overwhelmed.

Snacking: on crumpets.

Helping: the boy learn to weave.

Hearing: the toot of the Dangar Island ferry.

Learning: as much as I can about jam and marmalade.


That feels better! Even just reading it back, I feel a little less overwhelm and a little more order. Thanks for letting me bend yer ear.